Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

“Daddy.”

He closes his eyes for a long moment before his eyes flicker with approval. “Yes, little one. Good girl.”

“Thank you,” I manage, the simple words caught in my throat as his palm clutches between my legs.

“And this,” he whispers, looming over me, his huge hand spreading wide, slipping down and under so that his fingers brush against the tight pucker of my ass.

I freeze. He must sense my hesitation because he chuckles and pulls his fingers away.

“It feels so good to be bad doesn’t it, baby girl?”

I nod, unable to find my voice.

“Good. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We’ve got plenty of time. As long as I live.”

There’s a slow ripping sound as he tears my panties, yanking them down, leaving a wet trail on my thighs.

A finger slips into the wet mess with his name on it, making me whimper and go slack, then he’s pulling it out and moving back down to my ass. I wince and clench, unsure what’s coming.

“Jack, wait...” I stop myself when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “Daddy, wait. I’m not sure…”

“Not sure about what? That this belongs to me?”

More pressure, and the pleasure centers itself, pulsing in a ball just behind my clit.

“No, it does. I do…I just, I’m scared…”

“It’s okay to be scared, baby. Daddy sometimes will be scary.” My eyes focus on his crimson silk tie. The impossibly perfect, symmetrical knot so refined against the white shirt. “But I’ll always take care of you. Even when I need to do things to this sweet little body that you may not understand. I need you to do as I say, and never ever tell. Our secrets are special and sometimes it might hurt a little…”

He presses harder and I gasp as his fingertip spreads my tight ring and slips just inside. I squeeze my eyes shut, covering my face with my hands on a little squeal.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how turned on I am…it’s like he read my diary.

“That’s a good girl. Keep your legs open. I’m just going to push in a little more. Just relax. Next time we do something scary, I’ll make sure you have your unicorn to hold. And if you are a very good girl and take what Daddy does like a big girl, I’ll get you a new stuffed animal just for you to use when we have our special time together. Would you like that, princess?”

My eyes open. I stare at the white ceiling as wild nerve endings squeeze at his fingers, and my head is spinning. This feels like a dream. When I look up at Jack, all I think of is the Daddy I’ve wanted for so long. The dirty things I’ve thought about, and he’s giving them to me like he can read my mind.

“Does that feel good?” He doesn’t push inside any deeper, only rubs in slow circles.

“Um-hmm.” I nod, my lips falling open as the swirling pleasure takes root.

“Good. I want you to feel so good, baby. And I want to feel good too. I’m going to teach you how to make me feel good. Would you like that? Make Daddy feel good, like he’s doing to you?”

I nod again as he leans down, kissing my open folds, flicking at my clit with his tongue, nearly sending me into convulsions.

“It’s going to be my cock’s snug little home for as long as I live. All your holes will be.”

My gaze snaps to his.

“For as long as you live?” I whisper, as I try not to hyperventilate.

“Yes, baby girl. This is a forever home for me. I live here now. And you have to make sure no one gets in my home. And you’re always ready to offer up any hole I want. Whenever I want. Because they belong to me. Not you, me.”

The commitment in his tone is undeniable. He wasn’t just saying it when he said he owned me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I manage, tightening the muscles in my inner thighs, trying to keep myself still as the pressure increases, spreading me as his finger slips farther into the tight ring.

“Good girl.” He leans down, kisses my cheek and puts his lips next to my ear. “Just remember, keep our secrets and I’ll give you some special kisses again.” He moves his face downward between my spread legs as he pumps his fingertip in and out of my ass, then centers his lips on my clit and ushers me into the abyss.

I moan, shuddering as I combust in twisting, trembling wails.

My climax spreads through me like sweet poison. I claw my hair and squeeze my legs shut as the most insane liquid orgasm envelops me in its savage tentacles.

I’ve found my Daddy. Now I can only pray nothing will ever take him from me.